After spending each spare second on my headphone
I appreciate the nature's silent, wordless tone
After 'utilising' each moment talking and chatting
I find solace with the rhythm of my heart's beating.
After glancing anxiously through every spare second
I meditate contently as through the hourglass slips the sand
You may ask what does this mean
I'll reply with myself I've finally reached a state of peace.
Quote : Modesty has its limits. After that it's called undermining yourself.
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MYSTERY OF POETRY
PoetryRight from the depths of Literature, I bring you this gift of poetry, Wherein each word has a deeper meaning, an unsolved mystery, Wherein even a line can convey tons of long forgotten history, Because the best way I can express myself is by t...
